In honor of Mother's Day--coming up this Sunday--I thought I'd try to write something about my mom each day. Mother, this is my gift to you...since we both know I can't seem to make it to the post office to mail anything!!
My favorite childhood memory took place when I couldn't have been more than five years old. My mother was still named Mommy, and she was still the smartest, prettiest woman I had ever known. My mind may have filled in some gaps with extras that may, or may not, have materialized in real life on that day in time...but, nevertheless, this is the reality of my memory.
We lived in Garland, Texas, but for that moment in time, our typical suburban three bedroom house transformed into a day spa. My mom learned to cut hair in school, but she seldom used this skill to do any more than trim bangs out of my eyes. This day, however, she expertly snipped and coiffed my straight, thin, fine golden locks into a style fit for Barbie.
Our beauty shop soiree continued as my mom massaged lotion into my tiny hands and slathered cream on each of my fingernails. She not only filed my nails, she pushed back each of my cuticles with an orange stick. The finishing touch? Naturally...polish.
I ended the day looking exactly like I felt-a million bucks! I didn't feel beautiful as a result of the new hair cut or polished nails. I felt beautiful because I had been bathed in love and attention from the smartest, prettiest woman on earth. For a "whole day" I had the undivided, complete and total attention of my mother.
If I haven't ever told you...thank you for playing beauty shop all those years ago. I love you.
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Awww...what a great memory. Your mom sounds like a wonderful lady!
ReplyDeleteI love you so much and was unable to do all the things I wanted to do with you when you were growing up. When I could, I wanted to make "our time" special in any way I could. Sometimes it was a shopping trip to the mall or a ride in the park. But you are my angel and I love you very much.
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